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Wednesday, April 16, 2014

spring.

Spring finally arrived in a big way at my house.

Every time I get home, I want to skip to the front door with happiness, like I'm in the Wizard of Oz.

I Instagrammed this picture last week with the caption, "My yard is better than your yard," but don't let me mislead you, I had nothing to do with any of it. My landlords work tirelessly to make it look like this and I'm so grateful.

Unfortunately, as of last night, spring has left us again, going as quickly as it came. I'm back wearing a wool coat and tights, while getting pushed down the street by howling winds.

At least my yard is still looking the part.

My curmudgeon landlord said he was tired of passersby taking pictures of his yard. I'm not sure why this offends him, nor am I sure why he would make his yard look this way if he didn't want people to admire it.

I chose not to tell him that I used the beautiful flowers as an excuse to get my camera out and practice my skills.